Volcanic eruption, lava eruption around, at the same time, the hot torrent rushed to the distance, where life instantly turned into smoke. Lava falls to the ground, cracks and cools, forming a porous stone sea, full of coke, a dead silence, like a battlefield without a single armor left behind. I don't know how many years later, birds, or the wind, brought seeds, scattered in the cracks of differentiation, germination, rooting, flowering, and the result, life began again. This is the earth, constant, impermanent, birth and death, cycle after cycle.